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Weekday afternoon private groups by appointment.
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Sea Shanty sing-along! Every 2nd Thursday of each month7-9pm
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Every second Thursday night pack your sea bag and head out to sea! Join the rolickin' ship of fools at the Taproom from 7-9 pm for Sea Shanty Sing-along night! Hoist the sails! Its fair winds and following seas!
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Below are some of the songs we will be bellowing, er, I mean singing.
Our very own resident "Shanty Man" Mike Green sings the verses,
and we sing the responses!
Don't worry! It's super easy! AND SUPER FUN! Everyting will be taught as we go!
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Haul Away Joe
Santiana
Old Maui
Woodpile
Maid of Amsterdam
Drunken Sailor
Go to Sea No More
Wellerman
Whiskey Johnny
The Leaving of Liverpool
Blow the Man Down
John Paul Jones is a Pirate
Roll the Old Chariot
Spanish Ladies
Irish Rover
John Kanaka
South Australia
Molly Malone
Paddy on the Railway
Randy Dandy-O
All for Me Grog
Bully in the Alley
Johnny Leave Her
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Haul Away Joe
From the book “Folk Songs of Old New England” we learn that this shanty was “sung by Capt. Charlton L. Smith, master mariner and yacht master since 1889, who remembers the shanty as it was sung in deep water ships, aboard which he sailed as ‘chips,’ or ship’s carpenter. During his last eight years at sea he served as an officer. This is a short-drag chantey and was used mainly for tightening the sheet. The last word ‘Joe’ was the moment for all hands to haul together. Additional verses were added by the shantyman until the duty was done to the mate’s satisfaction. This shanty is thought to have appeared on Yankee ships sometime between 1812 and the Civil War, although it was known much earlier among British sailors.”
When I was just a little lad, or so me Mammi told me
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
That if I didn't kiss the girls me lips would grow all mouldy
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away together Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weather Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
I used to have an Irish girl but she got fat and lazy
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
But now I've got a Bristol girl and she just drives me crazy
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away together Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weather Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Oh Louis was the king of France before the Revolut-i-on
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Then he got his head chopped off & it spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away together Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weather Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Ya call yourself a "Second Mate", ya cann'e tie a bowline
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
You can't even stand up straight when the packet, she's a-rollin'
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away together Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weather Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Well now can't ya see... the black clouds a-gatherin'
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Well now can't ya see... the storm clouds a-risin'
Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away together Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weather Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe
Santiana
The theme of the shanty, which dates from at least the 1850s, may have been inspired by topical events in the news related to conflicts between the armies of Mexico, commanded by Antonio López de Santa Anna, and the U.S., commanded by Zachary Taylor, in the Mexican–American War.[1]
Oh Santiana gained the day
Away Santianna
Now pull the yan up the west they say
Along the plains of Mexico
Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana
Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico
She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew
Away Santiana
And an old salty Yank for a captain too
Along the plains of Mexico
Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana
Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico
Santiana fought for gold
Away Santiana
Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow
Along the plains of Mexico
Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana
Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico
'Twas on the field of Molly-Del-Rey
Away Santiana
Well both his legs got blown away
Along the plains of Mexico
Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana
Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico
It was a fierce and bitter strife
Away Santiana
The general Taylor took his life
Along the plains of Mexico
Well heave her up and away we'll go Away Santiana
Heave her up and away we'll go Along the plains of Mexico
Santiana now we mourn
Away Santiana
We left him buried off Cape Horn
Along the plains of Mexico
Old Maui
Mid 1800s
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It's a damned tough life, full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo.
And we won't give a damn when the gales are done, How hard the winds did blow.
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic round with a good ship taut and free,
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum With the girls of old Maui
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds Rolling down to old Maui.
Once more we sail with the northerly gales Through the ice, the wind, and rain.
Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores We soon shall see again.
For six hellish months we've passed away on the arctic sea,
But now we're bound from the arctic round, (Rolling down to old Maui.)
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds Rolling down to old Maui.
Once more we sail with the northerly gales, toward our island home.
Our whaling done, our main mast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l bones is carried away What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound!
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds Rolling down to old Maui.
How soft the breeze of the island trees, Now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades is awaiting our return.
Even now their big brown eyes look out Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales Rolling down to old Maui.
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, Rolling down to old Maui.
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds Rolling down to old Maui.
Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds Rolling down to old Maui.
Woodpile
Traditional American Shanty of unknown origin. The meaning of the main phrase “Rollin’ the Woodpile Down” itself is debated.
Ah-way down South where the cocks do crow!
Way down in Florida
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin’! Rollin! Rollin'! Rollin’!
Rollin' the whole world round!
That fine gal'a mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
Oh, what can you do in Tampa Bay?
Way down in Florida
But give them pretty girls all your pay
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin’! Rollin! Rollin'! Rollin’!
Rollin' the whole world round!
That fine gal'a mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
We'll roll'em high and we'll roll'em low!
Way down in Florida
We'll roll'er up and away we'll go!
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin’! Rollin! Rollin'! Rollin’!
Rollin' the whole world round!
That fine gal'a mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
Oh roust and bust her is the cry!
Way down in Florida
A sailor's wage is never high
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin’! Rollin! Rollin'! Rollin’!
Rollin' the whole world round!
That fine gal'a mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
Oh, one more pull and that will do!
Way down in Florida
For we're the boys to kick her through!
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin’! Rollin! Rollin'! Rollin’!
Rollin' the whole world round!
That fine gal'a mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
Maid of Amsterdam
The song may date to the Elizabethan or Jacobean era, and versions have been found in Great Britain, Denmark, and France. Late 1500-early 1600’s. A cautionary tale about a married woman who would use sailors for money.
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Mark well what I do say,
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
One night I crept from my abode
Mark well what I do say,
One night I crept from my abode
To meet this fair maid down the road.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
I took her to her favorite park
Mark well what I do say
I took her to her favorite park
And we sat down where it was dark
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
I kissed her once I kissed her twice
Mark well what I do say
I kissed her once I kissed her twice
She said, “Young man that’s oh so nice.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
I put my hand upon her knee,
Mark well what I do say,
I put my hand upon her knee;
She said, "Young sir you're rather free.”
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
I put hand upon her thigh,
Mark well what I do say,
I put hand upon her thigh;
She said, "Young sir you're rather high!”
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
I put my hand up higher still
Mark well what I do say
I put my had up higher still
She said “Young man that’s quite a thrill!”
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
She swore that she’d be true to me
Mark well what I do say
She swore that she’d be true to me
But she spent me money fast and free
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
And when I came back home from sea
Mark well what I do say
And when I came back home from sea
A soldier had her on his knee
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-n
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
Drunken Sailor
is a traditional sea shanty, sung onboard sailing ships at least as early as the 1830s
What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Ear-ly in the morning
What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him
Ear-ly in the morning
Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Ear-ly in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
That's what we do with the drunken sailor
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
Ear-ly in the morning
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
That's what we do with the drunken sailor
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises Hooray, and up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Go to Sea Once More
The exact origins of the song can be traced to the English Merchant Navy, likely from the 1700 - 1900 period.
When first I came to Liverpool
I went upon a spree
Me money alas I spent too fast
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when my money was all gone
'Twas then I needed more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more
Once more, once more
Go to sea once more
A man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
Me watch was new and me money too
In the mornin' with 'em she fled
And as I roamed the streets about
The whores all had a roar
Here comes Jack Rack, the young sailin' lad
He must go to sea once more
Once more, once more
Go to sea once more
There goes Jack Rack, the young sailin’ lad
He must go to sea once more
As I was walkin’ the street at dawn
I met with Rapper Brown
I asked for him to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you’ll job no score
But I'll take your advance and I'll give ya's a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more
Once more, once more
Go to sea once more
I’ll take your advance and I’ll give you a chance
And send you to sea once more
He sent me on of a whaling ship
Bound for the Artic seas
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and the snow
And Jamaican rum would freeze
And worst and bear I'd no hard weather gear
For I'd lost all my money ashore
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more
No more, no more
Go to sea no more
Twas then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more
Some days were catching whales me lads
Some days were catching none
With a 20 foot oar stuck in your paw
from 4 o’clock in the morn
And when the day is finally done
You’ll rest on your weary oar
Twas then that I wished that I was dead
Or back with the girls ashore
No more, no more
Go to sea no more
Twas then that I wished that I was dead
Or back the the girls ashore
Come all you bold seafarin' men
And listen to my song
If you come off of them long trips
I'd have you not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores
Get married lads and have all night in bed
And go to sea no more
No more, no more
Go to sea no more
Get married instead and spend all night in bed
And go to sea no more
No more, no more
Go to sea no more
Get married instead and spend all night in bed
And go to sea no more
The Wellerman
The song hails from New Zealand, likely some time in the 1830s. The song is believed to have been written in New Zealand around 1860–1870. While its authorship is unknown, it may have been written by a pirate or shore whaler and may have served as a "cutting-in shanty" that whalers would sing as they slaughtered a whale. The Wellerman in the song was literally the man from the Weller Brothers Company., one of the earliest whaling and trading companies to make a fortune in New Zealand and Australia. This song also highlights the sad reality that those who worked as whaler men faced as often there was no “pay” to speak of. Many were “paid” in butter, sugar, and rum and other goods that did little but kept them working for survival and foreign a reliance on the company.
There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy o’ Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my bully boys, blow
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
She'd not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down low
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The captain's mind was not of greed
And he belonged to the Whaleman's creed She took that ship in tow
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
For forty days or even more
The line went slack then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on
The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the captain, crew and all
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
Blood Red Roses
Blood red roses is a long haul shanty that accompanied the extended heavy work of raising sails. It’s peppered with colourful epithets and alludes to the perils of rounding Cape Horn, the southernmost tip of South America, where there are strong winds and fierce seas nearly all year round. The rising phrases of the tune act as preparation for the strenuous pulls on the lower-pitched words ‘Go down’.
‘Blood red roses’ may refer to the red uniforms of the British Marines – but the precise origin of the term is unknown.
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
My dear old mother said to me,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
My dearest son, come home from sea.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
It's 'round Cape Horn we all must go
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
'Round Cape Horn in the frost and snow.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
You got your advance, and to sea you'll go
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
To chase them whales through the frost and snow.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
It's 'round Cape Horn you've got to go,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
For that is where them whalefish swim and blow.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
It's growl you may, but go you must,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
If you growl too much your head they'll bust.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Just one more pull and that will do
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
For we're the boys to kick her through.
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
Oh, ye pinks and posies,
Go down, ye blood red roses, Go down.
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Whiskey Johnny
Mid to late 1800s
Oh whiskey is the life of man
Always was since the world began Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
Oh, I drink whiskey when I can Whiskey from an old tin can
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey made me soil me cloths Whiskey gave me a broken nose
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
I like Whiskey I like beer
I like the red ale aged in barrels here
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
I thought I heard the old man say
I treat me crew in a decent way
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
I treat me crew in a decent way Give ‘em whiskey twice a day
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
A glass of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the Shanty man
Whiskey-O Johnny-O
Riser her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard myst go
John rise her up from down below
The Leaving of Liverpool
“The Leaving of Liverpool" (Roud 9435), also known as "Fare Thee Well, My Own True Love", is a folk song. Folklorists classify it as a lyrical lament and it was also used as a sea shanty, especially at the capstan. It is very well known in Britain, Ireland, and America, despite the fact that it was collected only twice, from the Americans Richard Maitland and Captain Patrick Tayluer. It was collected from both singers by William Main Doerflinger, an American folk song collector particularly associated with sea songs in New York.
Fare thee well to you, my own true love There were many fare thee wells
I am bound for California
A place that I know right well
So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee
I am bound on a Yankee clipper ship Davy Crockett is her name
And her Captain's name it is Burgess And they say that she's a floating hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee
Oh I've sailed with Burgess once before And I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor he will get along
If he's not then he's sure to tell
So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee
Oh the ship is in the harbour, love And I wish that I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time Before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love
For when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me But my darling when I think of thee
Blow the Man Down
Originating pre 1860’s and has many different versions. The term Blow the Man Down itself is widely debated. The song was sung on the Black Baller line but other versions exist that are not related to the Black Baller line and it is unknown exactly when or where this song originated. The version I am singing is a cautionary tale. Some captains were so bad and had such a terrible repuation that it was nearly impossible for them to find crew. So
they would use local woman and bar keeps to help get the young men overly intoxicated or possibly drugged. When the young man awakes, he is on a fishing boat and must work for survival.
Blow The Man Down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down Way hey blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down Give me some time to blow the man down!
As I was a walking down Paradise Street
Way hey blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow, Way hey blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried, “Way enough now.” Give me some time to blow the man down!
So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
Way hey blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
But as we were going she said unto me
Way hey blow the man down
“There’s a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea.” Give me some time to blow the man down!
But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar
Way hey blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar. Give me some time to blow the man down!
It’s starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl Way hey blow the man down
For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball. Give me some time to blow the man down!
So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way hey blow the man down
Don’t ever take head of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way hey blow the man down
Oh, blow him right back into Liverpool town
Give me some time to blow the man down! John Paul Jones is a
Pirate
John Paul Jones was a storied Scottish Naval commander whose career began at the age of 13 when he served as apprentice aboard the merchant ship Friendship. He sailed primarily on merchant ships until 1775 when he joined the American Navy in the American Revolutionary War. His career was fraught with major clashes with authority. While under service of the US his ship assisted a joint French-Spanish invasion fleet in 1779. In 1782, the last straw for Jones in America appears to have been when the US Congress voted to provide a ship he was given command of to the French, and he was re-tasked to a different cause in Europe in 1783. By 1787 Jones had entered into the service of Empress Catherine II of Russia, where he served during the Russo-Turkish War and gained distinction as a Rear Admiral. He died in 1792, not in battle, but from disease.
Set feet, row! (Repeated)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
No loyalty does he possess Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
(Ho!)
Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row!
Born the son of a Scot, he was
Born the son of a Scot
But cut a man down in his prime, he did So away to Virginia he got
(Oh!)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
No loyalty does he possess Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
(Ho!)
Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row!
Raise the flag of the Yanks, he did Raise the flag of the Yanks
They hailed him as a hero, they did And hoisted him up through the ranks
(Oh!)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
No loyalty does he possess Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
(Ho!)
Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row!
Sailed at the head of the French, he did
Sailed at the head of the French
But they swindled him out of his cash, they did So away from them all he did wrench
(Oh!)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
No loyalty does he possess Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
(Ho!)
Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row! Set feet, row!
Now he's kicking up storms in the Black Sea, he is Kicking up storms in the Black Sea
Fighting the Turks for the Russian Queen
'Cause she pays him much more than the Yankee
(Oh!)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
No loyalty does he possess Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
(Oh!)
John Paul Jones is a pirate
He may be just a chancer at best Keep it up we'll catch the pirate And sink him along with the rest
Ho!
Roll the Old Chariot
Following his victory at the Battle of Trafalgar, Nelson's body was preserved in a cask of brandy, or rum, to allow transport back to England. ‘Nelson's blood' became a nickname for rum.
The shanty was sung to accompany certain work tasks aboard sailing ships, especially those that required a bright walking pace. Song verses were made up of the things that sailors missed.
A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,
A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,
A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,
And we'll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
And another drop of rum wouldn’t do us any harm
another drop of rum wouldn’t do us any harm
Another drop of rum wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
Oh a pint full of ail wouldn’t do us any harm
A pint full of ail wouldn’t do us any harm
A pint full of ail wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
Oh a nice watch below wouldn’t do us any harm
A nice watch below wouldn’t do us any harm
A nice watch below wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
Oh, a night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm
A night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm
A night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
Oh, a night with the girls wouldn’t do us any harm
A night with the girls wouldn’t do us any harm
A night with the girls wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, So we'll roll the old chariot along, And we'll all hang on behind!
Spanish Ladies
A ballad by the name "Spanish Ladies" was registered in
the English Stationer's Company on December 14, 1624. The oldest mention of the present song does not, however, appear until the 1796 logbook of HMS Nellie making it more likely an invention of the Napoleonic era. The timing of the mention in the Nellie's logbook suggests that the song was created during the War of the First Coalition (1793–96), when the Royal Navy carried supplies to Spain to aid its resistance
to revolutionary France. It probably gained in popularity during the
later Peninsular War when British soldiers were transported throughout the Iberian peninsula to assist rebels fighting against the French occupation. After their victory over the Grande Armée, these soldiers were returned to Britain but forbidden to bring their Spanish wives, lovers, and children with them.
The song predates the proper emergence of the sea shanty. Shanties were the work songs of merchant sailors, rather than naval ones. However, in his 1840 novel Poor Jack, Captain Frederick Marryat reports that the song "Spanish Ladies"—though once very popular—was "now almost forgotten" and he included it in whole in order to "rescue it from oblivion". The emergence of shanties in the mid-19th century then revived its fortunes, to the point where it is now sometimes included as a "borrowed song" within the genre.
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England But we hope very soon we shall see you again
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar
all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues
We hove our ship to
with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to
deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar
all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues
The first land we sighted was calléd the Dodman Next Rame Head off Plymouth
Start Portland and Wight
We sailed by Beachy
By Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar
all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets,
let tacks and sheets fly!
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar
all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar
all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues
Irish Rover
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....Hey....Hey..........Hey
On the fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
....Hey....Hey..........Hey
We had one million bags of the best Sligo Rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails In the hold of The Irish Rover
....Hey....Hey..........Hey
There was ol' Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
....Hey....Hey..........Hey
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on The Irish Rover
....Hey....Hey..........Hey
For the sailor it's always a bother in life It's so lonesome by night and by day That he longs for the shore
And a charming young whore
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid, he is never afraid That old salt from The Irish Rover
....Hey....Hey..........Hey
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned And the last of The Irish Rover
John Kanaka
This was a “long haul” chantey, used at the halyards for hoisting up the sails. Many Hawaiians worked aboard ships that sailed the Pacific, and were renowned for their excellent seamanship. English-speaking sailors often had difficulty pronouncing their names, however and so called them by the Hawaiian name "Kanaka," which means "Hawaiian Man." The lyrics "tu lai-e" also come from the Hawaiian language, and are a remnant of the chantey singing tradition of combining the music and language of different seafaring cultures.
I heard, I heard the old man say, hey
John kanakanaka tura yay,
Today is a holiday
John kanakanaka tura yay, Tura yay, oh, tura yay, John kanakanaka tura yay,
We’ll work tomorrow, but not today
John kanakanaka tura yay,
We’ll work tomorrow, but not today
John kanakanaka tura yay, Tura yay, oh, tura yay, John Kanakanaka tura yay
We’re bout away from frisko bay
John kanakanaka tura yay,
We’re bout away the break of day
John kanakanaka tura yay, Tura yay, oh, tura yay John kanakanaka tura yay,
Them 'Frisco girls ain't got no combs
John kanakanaka tura yay,
They comb their hair with a herring bone
John kanakanaka tura yay, Tura yay, oh, tura yay John kanakanaka tura yay,
Hal away, oh hal away
John kanakanaka tura yay,
Oh hal away and earn your pay
John kanakanaka tura yay, Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay.
South Australia
As an original worksong it was sung in a variety of trades, including being used by the wool and later the wheat traders who worked the clipper ships between Australian ports and London. In adapted form, it is now a very popular song among folk music performers that is recorded by many artists and is present in many of today's song books. Fist published 1888
In South Australia I was born
Heave away haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
just one thing that's on my mind
Heave away haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
And as we wallop round Cape Horn
Heave away haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king heave away haul away
Haul away you'll hear me sing we're bound for South Australia
In South Australia I was born
Heave away haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Molly Malone
First published in 1888
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
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Paddy on the Railway
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In eighteen hundred and forty one Me corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty two From Bartley Pool I moved to Crewe And I found me self a job to do Workin' on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty three I broke me shovel across me knee And went to work with the company In the Leeds and Selby Railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were soar
With workin' on the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty five When Danny O'Connell he was alive Danny O'Connell he was alive
And workin' on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty six
I changed me trade from carryin' bricks
Changed me trade from carryin' bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty seven
Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' to heaven
Poor Paddy was thinkin' of goin' to heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy britches
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches I was workin' on the railway
Randy Dandy O
A traditional shanty dating to the late 18th century, and one of the earliest of its kind. This song reportedly influenced a number of others. Captain John Robinson dates the earliest version of the song in its current form to Canada in 1917, under the title "Galloping Randy Dandy O."
Now we are ready to head for the Horn
Way hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn To me, rollicking randy dandy-o!
Heave a pawl, and heave away!
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cables all stored To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
Man the stout capstan and heave with a will!
Way hey, roll and go!
Soon we'll be driving her 'way down the hill! To me, rollicking randy dandy-o!
Heave a pawl, and heave away!
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cables all stored To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Way hey, roll and go!
where the pretty young girls all come down in flocks To me, rollicking randy dandy-o!
Heave a pawl, and heave away!
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cables all stored To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay
Way hey, roll and go!
Get crackin' me lads, 'tis a hell of a way. To me, rollicking randy dandy-o!
Heave a pawl, and heave away!
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cables all stored To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
Heave a pawl, and heave away!
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cables all stored To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
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All for Me Grog
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And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
I'm sick in the head and i haven't been to bed
Since first i came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and my head is full of aches
And i'll have to make a path for way out yonder
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the soles were getting thin and the uppers were letting in
And the heels are looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin' noggin' shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves they got worn out and the collar was turned about
And the tail is looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
Oh, where is me bed, me noggin' noggin' bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see i sold it to the girls and the springs they got all twirls
And the sheets they're looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well i've spent all me tin with the ladys drinking gin
Far across the western ocean i must wander
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Bully in the Alley
A classic shanty. “Bully” = passed out drunk.
Help me Bob, I’m bully in the alley,
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
Help me Bob, I’m bully in the alley,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
Sally is a girl that I loved dearly,
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
She had my heart or very nearly,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
For seven long years I courted little Sally,
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
All she did was dilly and dally,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
I bought her silks, I bought her laces
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
I took her out to many fine places,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
I bought her gin, I bought her rum-o
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
I bought her wine both white and red-o,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
I left my Sal, I went a-sailing,
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
Signed on a big ship, went a-whaling,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
If ever I get back, I’ll marry little Sally,
Way hey, Bully in the alley,
Have six kids and live in Shinbone alley,
Bully down in Shinbone al.
Johnny Leave Her
The "her" being left is not a woman, but the ship. This shanty was traditionally sung when the ship was at port after it had docked in the final spell at the pumps. Stan Hugill traces its origins to a shanty, Across the Rockies, which was sung on Western Ocean packets, possibly as early as the time of the Potato Famine.
Thematically, this shanty is known as a growling shanty. Growling shanties communicate disapproval of the living conditions of a sailor. Since sailors would be punished if they were to complain to an officer of the ship, they would present their frustrations in the form of growling shanties. Second, Leave Her, Johnny was a pumping song. Pumping songs would be used while pumping the ship dry. This particular one was sung at the end of a journey when a shipped would be docked.
I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
It's a long, hard pull to the next payday
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
Oh the voyage is done and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her!
Oh, the skipper was bad, but the mate was worse.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
He'd blow you down with a spike and a curse,
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her!
Oh pull you lubbers or you'll get no pay.
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
Oh pull you lubbers and then belay,
And it's time for us to leave her!
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her!
And now it's time to say goodbye
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
Them pilings they is a-drawing nigh,
And it's time for us to leave her!
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her!
I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
It's a long, hard pull to your next payday
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
Oh the voyage is done and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her!
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Here’s a Health to the Company Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine Come lift up your voices all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well For her style and her beauty, sure none can excel There's a smile on her countenance as she sits on my knee There's no man in this wide world as happy as me Here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Our ship lies at anchor, she's ready to dock I wish her safe landing, without any shock If ever I should meet you by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me Here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Ring Down Below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody – Oh ring down, ring down I tell you – Oh, ring down yes I meet up with the devil – Oh yes I meet the devil, beat the hell out of the bible – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody - Oh ring down, ring down I tell you – Oh ring down yes I meet up with the devil – Oh yes, the devil he tell me he prayin' for the sinners – Oh ring down, ring down everybody - I'm going down yonder just to meet up with the devil – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody – Oh yes, the devil he tell me he prayin' for the sinners – Oh yes, I meet the devil, beat the hell out of the bible – Oh ring down, ring down everybody – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Johnny Come Down to Hilo Well, I never seen the like since I've been born A railroad navvy with his sea boots on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man I met a little gal across the sea She's a 'Badian beauty and she says to me When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Well, who's been here since I've been gone? Pretty little gal with a josey on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Well, my wife died in Tennessee And they sent her jawbone back to me When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Well shake her bullys helms allie She'll get washed out with the big green sea When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Well, I never seen the like since I been born A railroad navvy with his sea boots on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er Oh, wake that gal with the blue dress on When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack. Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division. Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing, Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy, Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now. Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather. Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe 7 Drunken Nights As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing inside the bed where my old thing should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" "Who owns that thing inside the bed where my old thing should be?" Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a lovely rolling pin me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But foreskin on a rolling pin sure I never saw before And as I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a man run out the door a little after 3 Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me" “Who is that man who ran out the door a little after 3 Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk You silly old fellow, still you can not see That's a tax collector that the Queen sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But an Englishman who can last to 3 sure I never saw before I’ve Only Had One When I first came upon me favorite pub, I ordered up a pint But I couldn’t finish it, I tried with all my might For it filled itself up again fast as I put it down And when I had me fill I went a rovin’ into town singing I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one I went a rovin’ into town, I only just had one Well on me way I took a stop all for to take a piss I unzipped me fly, pulled out me pride, then fell into the ditch Turns out I was cross the street from the station so the cop could clearly see He picked me up and threw those old handcuffs on me I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one He threw those old handcuffs on me, I’ve only just had one So then I’m standing with my hands behind me back, and me brach still in the breeze I saw someone’s gotta put him away, and there’s only you or me He said I’ll bring you in just as you stand for everyone to see The state of your intoxication and your indecency I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one How can I be intoxicated when I’ve only just had one They left me in the holding cell for nearly half a day Me hands behind me back and me wee man on display They said your wasted, I said I’ve just begun! Check me pocket and read my receipt, I’ve only just had one I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one Check me pocket and read my receipt, I’ve only just had one Well I called me wife and told her what I’d done And then I tried explaining how I’ve only just had one She may have had some questions but in that moment she had none She said I’ll post your bail in the morning, try not to have too much fun I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one Try not to have too much fun, I’ve only just had one Well some believe in fairies, elves, or leprechauns Some believe in magic spells or in their lucky charms But I’ve never before seen magic of any worth Except for the beer that fills itself at the old Aleworks I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one The beer it filled itself, I’ve only just had one I’ve only had one, I’ve only had one The beer it filled itself, I’ve only just had one